Wednesday, January 25, 2017
No Snow = Bad Pets
On this morning's walk, I paused. Was that a whiff of incoming snow? Or just wishful thinking?
No snow means gray days that don't seem to be growing longer.
It also means misbehaving pets: dogs pooping in their crates, dogs whining and pacing more, and Dewey Kitty at his worst: begging to go outside, begging to come inside, knocking over trash cans, knocking over my cup of tea.
The dogs are getting more exercise this winter than during the cold, blustery, snowy winters. Every day, I take them on their 1.5-mile trek, and several times a week, Jack and Niki herd sheep. Dewey Kitty is spending more time outside than is typical in winter.
Maybe the cats and dogs are like me. When the cold, snowy weather hits, I go into semi-hibernation mode; I stoke the fire, make a cup of tea and settle in with a good book. Dewey Kitty does the same, though he sleeps rather than reads.
Warm weather signals our bodies to do something, but we aren't quite sure what that should be.